"Frank I'm not sure what's going on here. We've been on this dig for almost thirty days and we uncovered more this year than ever before. Yet my real concern is our people! The disappearance of Jenny, Simon, and Wilma is one concern and I'm troubled even more that all three are missing on the same day. We're a long way from any help and I would think it unwise to venture out alone."
"I guess that all quite logical Doc, but three of my friends are out their either lost, hurt, or dead. I might take Jim Slater and John, Jenny's twin brother with me. What ever is up we should find something or at least a trace of what happened, OK?"
Frank called, "John and Jim bring torches and come with me!"
Doc watched as the party walked down the dark path toward the diggings. A mile away from where the camp set, many old paths crossed the main route to the dig. Watching the three as they walked the paths till only the flicker of torch light could be seen up and along the mountain path.
As the three walked they listened, Frank was the first to notice. "Hey, you hear that, sounds like two voices and their screaming!"
The three took off running a side path back down and east on the tree covered mountain. After about a hundred yards Frank held up his hand to stop and listen again. "Listen!"
The sounds were very close, as John walked softly and the two others followed his lead. The sound of moaning, it was so anguished in the tone on could imagine almost anything.
John spread the branches to some pricker bushes and the three peered into a clearing. One boy looked at the other, then back at the scene before them, two goats having sex missionary style.
The female was laying on the ground face up as her buck lay on top facing her. Although the goats seem not to notice the torch light glowing everywhere, the boys had a fine view.
The buck had his red narrow cock well up the vagina of his mate. The two seemed to be kissing or licking the other's face, the boys couldn't tell. The buck's tail wiggled with absolute glee at his conquest.
Jim was first to point at the gold chain around the buck's neck. As John bent forward to see the bush went CRACK and the three fell into the clearing.
At the instant they hit the ground the two goats stopped their small orgy and the buck rolled of his mate. Suddenly both boys and goats were face to face in light from three torches.
Jim was first to see clearly, "Wilma, is that you?"
Frank then exclaimed, "Simon!"
The two goats froze as they saw the stare of the three previous fellow students. Frank sat up on his knees, holding out his hands as to offer a consoling hug to Wilma.
The buck smiled a stupid shit grin, "Hi guys, what are you doing out of camp in the middle of the night?"
John yelled, "Looking for three lost students and certainly not two goat monster's having sex!"
Wilma piped up, "We're not monsters, we're Satyrs!"
"WRONG, said Frank, your past being Satyr's and much more like human faced goats. Heck just look at you, other than face what human part of you is there?"
Simon looked at Wilma as she began to cry. Then he stood up and realized he could only be on all fours. Looking down he had four legs and cloven hooves. He was covered in almost black brown curly fur. His fourteen inch red slender goat cock flayed back and forth under his belly, erect as hell!
Wilma laid back spralled out her head cranging over and viewing her chest, belly, and udder. "I'm a goat, a fucking brown haired goat! SIMON, I'M A GOAT! I was a woman this morning with soft tanned skin, and here, now I lay here with the hide of a fucking goat, SIMON!"
"Alright, alright before you both become totally animals tell me how this came about SIMON!"
Simon looked less than proud as he stood on all fours. "Well first I found this Medallion along the path. Ahh, then Wilma noticed me pick it up and we discussed the thing. After that it's a blurr, I remember talking about enjoying sex and somehow goats came into the conversation. Next we find ourselves changing to goatlike sensual forms and we kept having sex till you found us here!"
"Then the Medallion must have some power or curse attached to it somehow, said Frank. Simon let me see it!"
Reaching over he started to lift the Medallion as Wilma began to scream and then bleat. All the boys looked suddenly at Wilma, her face changed quickly to an all goat face and head.
Frank let go of the Medallion and as it again touched the furry chest of Simon, Wilma's face became human again.
"Don't touch the Medallion Frank, screamed a now human faced female goat."
"Simon you must have suggested this in a wish. Now if the Medallion falls or breaks from your neck both you and Wilma become full goats!"
"I suggest we go back to camp together and ask the Doctor for help, said Jim. This explains where these two disappeared to but what of Jenny?"
Frank looked up and then back toward camp as both he and John said, "The Stallion!"
"The stallion, asked Jim in a questioning voice?"
"Yea, don't you remember today when that dun colored stallion came out of the trees and just stood calmly watching the dig. A wild horse who is so calm it accepts a bridle and saddle, no way!"
Simon and Wilma stood on all fours as John, Frank, and Jim lead the way back to camp and certain humility.